tln : i feel like it’s really odd to use ‘ancestor’ so i use ‘great aunt’ to match with mo yan

Chapter 27: Da Hei Likes You

Mo Qiao Qiao looked at her tray.

Then at Su Bao’s, and finally at her cousin’s.

For some reason, she felt left out.

Su Bao’s tray was piled with chicken drumsticks. Mo Yan, due to his regular training, had a tray full of beef dishes. But Mo Qiao Qiao…

Tomato scrambled eggs.

Minced eggplant.

So plain.

Mo Qiao Qiao felt conflicted. Though not the brightest, her instincts were sharp.

Right now, she felt out of place.

She wanted to ask Su Bao for a chicken drumstick to put on her tray, so she’d be like Su Bao and her cousin!

But the Mo family had strict rules, and taking food from someone else’s plate was unheard of.

Conflicted!

Too shy to ask!

When Mo Qiao Qiao finally mustered the courage, she was dumbfounded to find…

Su Bao had already devoured all eight chicken drumsticks, her lips still glistening with oil, her almond eyes gazing longingly at the cafeteria window, seemingly unsatisfied.

Mo Qiao Qiao: “…” Dumbfounded, unable to process.

Mo Yan: “…”

In the army, he was trained to be swift, even with meals.

But in front of Su Bao…

He was outmatched.

Both Mo Yan and Mo Qiao Qiao fell silent, the atmosphere turning awkward.

Until Fu Lang arrived, panting, breaking the tension.

“Great Aunt, I finally found you!” Fu Lang, upon seeing Su Bao, was nearly moved to tears.

His legs almost gave out, nearly kneeling.

In the cafeteria, under everyone’s gaze, a young man in a flashy purple suit, looking quite dashing, but his demeanor was reminiscent of a husky.

Fu Lang lowered his voice, almost whining, “Great Aunt, save me!”

Da Hei, perched on Su Bao’s shoulder, was finally noticed by someone, but Fu Lang ignored it completely. Unhappy, Da Hei spread its wings, flapping them and giving Fu Lang a little pat.

Fu Lang was overwhelmed by a putrid smell, nearly passing out.

He looked at Su Bao pitifully, confused.

What was this ugly bird doing?

Great Aunt, can you give me a hint?

Then he remembered what Su Bao had told him before: You know, most people can’t see Da Hei…

Only those close to death can see it!

Can see…

See…

See…

Fu Lang felt like he had a lump in his throat.

“Da Hei likes you,” Su Bao said earnestly, her stoic face serious.

Fu Lang’s heart skipped a beat, forcing a strained smile, “Great Aunt, thank it for me, but tell it no thanks.”

Can’t handle it! Can’t handle it!

Mo Yan watched the interaction between Fu Lang and Su Bao, finding it odd.

It was as if there was another presence between them…

“Who were you talking about just now?” Mo Yan suddenly asked Fu Lang.

“An ugly…” Fu Lang almost blurted out his thoughts but quickly caught himself, “A bird.”

Mo Yan instinctively scanned the area, finding nothing, “Where?”

“On my great aunt’s shoulder.” It was the first time Fu Lang saw Mo Yan with such a serious expression, as if facing a great threat. For some reason, he felt a strange pride in being able to see Da Hei, “No need to look, others can’t see it.”

“Then why can you see it?”

Fu Lang: “…” It felt like a knife to the heart.